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branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is within one of the storage huts stocked with booty, trade goods and items purchased with ransom money, including clothing, med supplies, tools, and food/drink items==
and says to ALL: A low wisp of mist escapes his breath as he plods through the camp, treading over hard cold dirt with bare feet. Indentations are left in the ground as he passes, the large frame unable and unwilling to show the same traveling craft as the smaller panthers. Rubbing his shoulders in the cold afternoon air, he steps inside the large wooden hut and inside. A loud shuffling is heard as he rummages through the equipment. Finally he steps back into the camp, his thick fingers holding a long shovel.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the general area defined by the South Circle of Residence Huts, near the Kitchen==
and says to ALL: Trudging over to the side of the camp, he steps between the huts to where a dead tree sits, cut down in such a manner so the tree has fallen in a wide area between the huts and the wall, already chopped into cords of wood. Stepping over to the side of the stump, his pale green eyes examine it critically. With another breath of cold air through his lips, he lays the edge of the shovel into the dirt and begins digging out the dirt from around the roots. The sleek tanned muscles ripple with the steady smooth motions as he uncovers the deep brown roots, shoveling the loads of dirt into a pile nearby.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the general area defined by the South Circle of Residence Huts, near the Kitchen==
and says to ALL: The strong taut arms work steadily and tirelessly, the only hint of fatigue his increased breathing as the dirt is removed from the stump and onto the growing pile of dirt by the side. He digs on all sides, gradually uncovering the stump of the once mighty tree. With heaving movements, he continues to pull out the dirt around the roots, and underneath them, until finally he steps out of the hole and lays down the shovel, running a dirty hand against his forehead, pulling back a long lock of straight brown hair and wiping off a few beads of sweat, formed even in the chill winter air.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is in the general area defined by the South Circle of Residence Huts, near the Kitchen==
and says to ALL: Stepping back down into the hole, he looks over the large stump. Rubbing his hands together, he crouches down, his large knees bending. The broad hands grip the stump by two large roots. Suddenly both arm and leg muscles tighten and bulge. A low rumbling escapes his lips. At first, nothing happens, but then a cracking can be heard. Some of the roots on the stump begin to break, and it finally upends out of the ground, in a shower of dirt. For several ihn he stands there, breathing heavily, and then pushes the large stump out of the way.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is near the Gate, beneath the watchful eyes of Guards on the high catwalk below the top of the Gate==
and says to ALL: Climbing out the hole, his exposed body warmed by action, he bends down and picks up several acorns, tossing them in the hole in an underhand motion. Then he grips the shovel again and begins replacing the dirt, digging into the loose dirt and throwing it back into the hole until the hole is replaced. With the flat edge of the shovel he smoothes down the ground. Walking over to the stump, he prepares for his next task. Crouching down next to the stump, his long brown hair falling limply around his shoulders, he grabs hold of the large stump on either end, and then raises up. His massive arms tremble from the effort, but he manages to pull the stump up from the ground. Coughing in the cold dry air, he stumbles by the wall until he comes to the gate, where he waits silently for the doors to open, holding the enormous wooden stump in his arms.
branded kef
Panther Claw Lair, DSC
==is by the clear, fast-running stream that runs past the Gate==
and says to ALL: Stepping out and with a panther escort, he walks into the forest a suitable distance, the cold feel of dirt beneath his bare feet replaced by the jabbing of branches, the crackle of dead leaves. Once a suitable distance away from the walls, he finally dumps the large stump. It thumps loudly as it hits the ground, laying on its side for an ehn before falling onto the ground amongst the dead leaves and branches. With a sigh, he breathes heavily again, rubbing his arms, already sore from the effort. Then he trudges down to the stream. Silently he sits on the rocky bank, running the cold water on his body, washing the dirt off, and listening to the forest, in winter the only sound the light whistling of wind through creaking branches. Finally, he steps back up with a low sigh and returns to the gate.
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